"Ava, I'm here. You ready?" I hear Lydia shouting from down stairs. After taking one more look in the full length mirror, I take a deep breath and make my way downstairs.  Lydia looks over at me and her mouth is agape. She then walks circles around me and whistles.


"Look at you. You are going to have the men begging for just one night with you, Ava," she grins. 


"I feel so damn uncomfortable in this skin tight dress and these mile high heels, Lydia. I'll be lucky if I don't end up breaking my neck before the night is over," I snap as I try pulling down the bottom of my dress.


"You keep pulling on that dress, you're going to end up ripping it, Ava. Now, breathe, calm down, and let's go have some fun."


"Lydia, wait, maybe I shouldn't,-"


"No, Ava. You swore to me you would be open minded enough to give this club a good chance. Let's go," she opens the door and points for me to exit it. I do, and climb in her truck. My heart begins to pound the closer we get to the club.


"Lydia, we have been driving for over thirty minutes now. Where the hell is this club? I thought it was less than a mile from my house."



"It used to be, but the owner wanted it out of city limits, so he moved the club in the country where it's now secluded," she replies as she turns right on this dirt road. 


"Oh wow! Is that the club?" I ask seeing how nice the out-side looks."


"Yes, this is the club we're about to have a lot of fun in," she opens her car door and climbs out.  She then opens my door helping me out. 


"I, I would be lying if I said I can't wait to get in there and finally start having some fun," my words stutter out of my mouth.


"Come on Ava, isn't there a part of you that's excited, maybe even a little turned on you're out here being naughty and not at home waiting for the asshole to finally come home and continue to make you miserable? You just keep reminding yourself he abandoned your marriage a long time ago and it's not you he's been dicking down, it's his slut of a secretary," she reminds me and I start to feel less nervous and more determined to let lose and have fun. I grab her hand dragging her to the front door where we are met by this rather large, bald headed, and intimidating guy. 


"Password, ladies?" He asks us. I fell my heart thumping in my chest not knowing the password."


"Bald beaver," Lydia smiles at him. He nods his head and opens the door." 


"How the hell did you know the password, Lydia?"


"I have friends in erotic places, Ava," she grins as she pulls me towards the bar.


"What do you mean, Lydia, what friends?" I ask and soon cover my ears from the blaring music that starts to play.  


"Pony, I love this song," Lydia cheers as she begins to grind on the barstool. She looks around and smiles at these two guys. I become a little nervous seeing them making their way over to us.


"Ladies, how you doing tonight?" The shorter one shouts before kissing Lydia's hand. The taller one grins at me as he tries to take my hand in his, my nerves go into over-drive and I jump up  bolting towards the bathroom.


"Ava, oh man."


"Let me guess, a new-comer? Someone we will eventually have to break in, Lydia?"


"Yes. I'm sorry, she really is a great person. You just have to excuse her, she is so nervous being here."


"Don't apologize, kitten, you remember how nervous you were before we trained you? She just needs some time to get used to this way of living. You eventually did, she will as well." 


"Okay Ava, pull it together," I scold myself.



I look up in the mirror splashing water on my face and take a deep breath as I try to control my shaking knees.  The thought of me bolting towards the bathroom makes me cringe thinking I just completely embarrassed my best friend in front of her two friends. I sigh as I think how I should never have come here.  I should have just stayed home.


"I just need to call a taxi and leave," I say out-loud as I exit the bathroom. I grab my cell phone out of my purse not paying attention to where I'm walking. The loud thud catches my attention.


"Ouch, lady," a deep voice bellows causing my eyes to look down to see this young, good-looking guy sitting flat on his ass on the floor.


"Oh my god, sir, I am so sorry. Please, let me help you up," I say as I shove my phone back in my purse. I bend down to help him up.  I look at him and notice what beautiful eyes he has and get a better look at his handsome face. His young, handsome face is breath taking, but he looks young enough to be my son so I force my forbidden thoughts out of my mind.


"Thank you, lady, for helping me back to my feet," his deep voice whispers.


"You're welcome, and please, call me Ava,"


"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. I'm Dante," his beautiful smile is breath taking.


"Again, I apologize, Dante. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and these evil high heel shoes are a death trap," I point down at them causing him to chuckle.


"I already like you, Ava. I really hope I get to see much more of you around here."


"Well, to be honest, I really feel out of place being in here. My best friend thought it would be a good idea to bring me here and all I have managed to do so far is embarrass the both of us, so the chances of me coming back to this club aren't looking so good. Have a wonderful evening, Dante. I need to call myself a taxi," I say before walking away. As I turn to leave, I feel his hand grabbing mine. I look back to see him stepping closer to me. 


"What are you so afraid of, Ava? That you might actually have fun, enjoy what some people consider to be taboo? I can see, and feel how nervous, and how uncertain you are. The people in this club are decent people. You have the freedom to come and go as you please. You need to know we're not serial killers, we're not some dangerous perverted rapists, we're not monsters, we're just like you, we just test our sexual limitations. We love pleasuring each other. Every single person in here is always a willing participant. If at any time someone just doesn't feel comfortable with something or someone, we always respect that."



"I, I have no idea how to respond to that, Dante. I don't know you, I don't know any of these people."


"And I do understand that, Ava.  If at anytime you decide you want to learn more about the fun we love to have here, all you have to do is come back," he grins as he let's go of my hand.


"I will think about it, Dante. I really need to get back home," I insist before making my way to the front door. 



"Ava, where are you going?" I hear Lydia shouting over the loud music. 


"Home, I'm sorry. I don't think I belong here," I shout back as I exit the door.